Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.